Mingling (... With Mayhem)

It? s like Farrakahn say,--a new thing is happening today. It? s sweet to blaspheme beats when you ain? t got-ta pay. But the ancients stress patience. The agent knowledge ancients. If I take my time, what can I can? t spit Don't exist. The moment bliss, myself and I kiss, You know it? s bonafide, certified hotness From the muthafreakin? Major Deegan To the 5 Interstate. Mildly penetrate, like the Khalua Place the homogenized. To bass I philosophize. Grace the demonic guys and space. I'm outta dodge. My interests include flow, love and war. The hip championship I'm thuggin? for. So take the flyest rook? s rhyme book like a leak And freak. Page 43: the Jet Beauty of the Speak. Now I don't really know but some city said The grand came through, left this kid mic for dead. Ya minglin? wit mayhem slim What up star? Word to Kenneth, we ain? t in the same. You better off spectatin?, speculatin? the aim. Rest assured, I got the fresh mature listeners locked On some extra-next-texturized imagery stock. Inspired by only the desire to be The Mega-Interworld poster man-child for emcee. Ya minglin? wit mayhem slim- Ya minglin? wit mayhem slim Ya minglin? wit mayhem slim Ya minglin? wit mayhem slim If this ain? t ill, dub don't commence wit the drum fill And it don't take a late night to make it tight. Willie bigger than a Billy Squier beat but comprehends None of what I speak. Him see-through cuz him pretend. Now I don't really know but some city said The grand came through, left this kid mic for dead. From the front page of Final Call, "Genocide"bellowed. They ain? t understand this kid mic was made of metal. I jetted though, runnin? for good credit of course Cuz rap shit own my life since James Brown was the source. And girls act stupidly when I be spillin? em Text --like they chest was silicon and I was feelin? em. But they numb, dumb in the skull as I be cold getting Ya minglin? wit mayhem slim, it? s soul-splittin?- Pick up the pieces like the bread that be Jesus With the Welch? s that? s the blood. I know you felt like half a thug When I came in the door, spit somethin? raw, Then broke fast like we on a twenty city tour. Yo, salaam-alaikum on behalf of the move-fakin?. Who? s bacon? Biblically, it? s mine for the takin?. Technically, the recipe is unwritten Cuz all these gun smitten rappers just be fuelin? the era. Ya minglin? wit mayhem slim- Ya minglin? wit mayhem slim Ya minglin? wit mayhem slim Ya minglin? wit mayhem slim This is the Grand Age. Clear the stage. Recommit. Get on some other shit. You in the Grand Age nigga. Clear the stage. Yom-sayin?. Bounce!